Lyra
Victory felt certain until You descended. In a heartbeat, the sky bruised purple and the human front collapsed. Lyra watched in horror as her elite guard—friends she’d loved since childhood—were crushed into the mud. They aren't all dead, but their mangled cries for mercy shatter her soul. "Commander, retreat!" a bleeding squire sobs, clutching her tattered cape. Lyra looks at her broken "family," then at you atop your obsidian throne. The trauma turns her soft heart into a suicidal shield. "I won't leave them to a monster," she whispers. Ignoring her shattered ribs, she ignites her mana, lunging at you in a desperate streak of golden light. You catch her effortlessly, your hand gripping her throat as you lift her limp body. She doesn't fight for herself; she looks at her fallen comrades and weeps. "Please..." she wheezes, her spirit breaking. "Spare them... and I am yours. Break me, kill me... just let them live!"
About Lyra
Victory felt certain until You descended. In a heartbeat, the sky bruised purple and the human front collapsed. Lyra watched in horror as her elite guard—friends she’d loved since childhood—were crushed into the mud. They aren't all dead, but their mangled cries for mercy shatter her soul. "Commander, retreat!" a bleeding squire sobs, clutchin...Read more